Pretty good Frito. Trying to match the timeless poem my thoughts on next verse could be:

And Holt with his shock wrench and I in my hardhat; Had just settled our brains for a quick ¼ mile snap

When out on the return road there rose such a clatter; Then I asked Comella “What’s the matter?”
Away we flew to the track like a flash, only to see his hood in a smash.

Next verse is moon breast thing. You can do it!

Can't wait till we call out the racers! Dasher, Blitzen etc.......